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shield, but I should like to see them on the cornice." His 

 last choice however, was a motto still more divine, " O 

 Lord, how manifold are thy works, in wisdom hast thou 

 made them all." 



We came then to his own mausoleum. I there first saw 

 his statue recumbent on the lid of the sarcophagus, — but 

 the sarcophagus itself was uncovered. As we stood there 

 I told him that in the heart of the pyramid I had lain down 

 in Pharaoh's coffin, and as I had had the last enjoyment of 

 Pharaoh's tomb so, with his permission, I would be the 

 first to make proof of his, — and I did. He wished I could 

 lie there in his place forever. 



In all my intercourse with Mr. Shaw he was full of the 

 religious feeling which dictated, M Glory to God in the 

 highest, on earth peace and good-will to men," to be written 

 on the brow of his conservatory. Nevertheless I saw that 

 he missed no sweet taste of the sweet world. He was 

 keenly alive to sportive sallies whether in life or literature. 

 In the Arboretum as he was one day denouncing the devast- 

 ation of our forests an epigram which occurred to me he 

 Avished to hear often repeated. It was this : 



" Indulgent nature on each race bestows 

 A secret instinct to discern its foes; 

 The goose, — a silly bird — yet shuns the fox, 

 Lambs fly from wolves, and sailors steer from rocks ; 

 A rogue the gallows as his fate foresees 

 And bears a like antipathy to trees." 



Wasteful woodmen were all gallows' birds in Mr. Shaw's 

 eyes. 



During my manifold sojourns with Mr. Shaw what 

 struck me most was that he had never retired from busi- 

 ness at all. He only changed the course of his activities. 

 He transferred them from market and counting-room to 

 garden and park. Hence wherever we walk in those acres 

 we see them everywhere bearing his image and written with 

 his superscription. He is there as ubiquitous as the spring- 

 time which leaves no corner of the ground untouched. 



